A/N: Hey guys! Ok, so I went crazy with the fic, and I'm changing some thinks that I wrote before, so it won't have a daily update, but it won't take more than a week to do so. The good news is that I'm obsessed with the fic and I'm writing chapter 4 while you read this. And Lucas is really mad at House, so he'll hurt him a little. YOU WERE WARNED! So, let's go to the fic!

Chapter 2

When detectives go mad

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, with an evil grin that sent chills to House's spine on his face.

House didn't reply. He couldn't. Despite having something on his mouth that wouldn't let him talk, he, for once in his life, decided it was better if he kept his mouth shut.

"Did a cat eat your tongue?" Lucas asked again, this time with a laugh that could only be laughed by crazy people.

Lucas hated House. He hated House with every part of him, not only because he stole his fiancée, but because he knew that despite what House did to Cuddy, she would always come back to him. And that was something that let Lucas frightened, because he don't have a shot with Cuddy while House is still alive.

Actually, it had been pretty hard to find Cuddy after House crashed his car on her living room, and even harder to get her to himself. And now that he had her, he just couldn't lose her again for House. No. He wouldn't. Not after tonight, at list.

Lucas looked to House and didn't see confusion or fear on his face. He saw curiosity, and that was making him sick. "Well, I might as well tell this bastard what is going to happen. After all, he has the right to know." He thought, as he sat on a chair next to House, and got a knife out of his pocket.

House's eyes widened, and Lucas smiled. He kept playing with the knife for a long and painful time, before speaking.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?" He asked. House didn't reply.

"I'm doing this because I'm dating Cuddy again." You could see anger and sorrow on House's eyes.

"How Cuddy could date Lucas?" He thought. "The guy is a..." He stopped.

Why was he so mad about this? After all, he was the one to drive a car through her living room. He screwed things up so badly she had a restraining order against him and now... "Now she moved on" He thought, sadly.

But what did House have to do with them dating? He had nothing with her anymore, so what Lucas was punishing him for?

As if reading his thoughts, Lucas said.

"What isn't really your business you know? Me and Lisa dating. But that isn't the problem either..."

House caught himself before he rolled his eyes. "Careful. You don't want to make the guy with the knife angry." He thought to himself.

"The problem is that she still loves you." Now that hit House hard. Cuddy still loved him? He couldn't believe this. That meant he still had a chance! He could try to make things right between them!

House would have cried with joy, hadn't he been tied up on his own couch, while a guy with a knife pointed dangerously at him.

As if seeing House's joy, Lucas kept talking, his voice getting angrier by the second.

"I imagine that now that you know it, you are wanting to go behind her, tell her you're sorry and then make up like it never happened, aren't you?"

House didn't answer. That was exactly what he was thinking.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't let that happen." He said deviously, getting up closer to House, passing the sharp knife on the jeans, cutting it and revealing the scar of his bad leg.

House was forcing himself to stay calm, because otherwise, he would have had a panic attack by now.

He got away from House, who sighted in relief.

"I won't lose her again, not to you, not to anyone." He said, and pointed to Wilson, that had stayed close to the kitchen door, staring both Lucas and House intensely.

"You, clean him up." Lucas ordered.

Wilson nodded and got close to House. He then took away all he could: ID, Cell phone, wallet, anything that could prove that House was actually House. He then handled it to Lucas, who put it all on a plastic bag and closed it, putting it on a backpack and getting a plastic bow out of it.

"Now here is the funny part." He thought to himself, as he opened the bow and got close to House, holding the knife against his bad leg.

"MMNNNFHH!"... "MMNNFFMM!" House tried hard to scream but he couldn't, and that was rewarded with a hard slap on the face, and that let House a little dizzy.

"Relax; I just need to get some blood." Lucas said, as he was going to start to cut into House's thigh, but then he saw it.

House was literally with a begging face to Wilson, who had got back to the kitchen door and had a pain and regret face on. He turned it to a cold stare though, when he realized Lucas was staring.

"Hey, you" He pointed to Wilson

"Yes boss?" He answered, getting close to Lucas and ignoring the cold stare he was getting from House.

"You'll do it." Lucas said, handling the knife and the bow to Wilson.

"What?" Wilson almost screamed. "Why me?" He asked, on a much lower voice.

"You don't have to do it, not at all." He said and Wilson relaxed. "You only have to do it, if you want to keep her safe." That got Wilson a hopeless face.

"No, I'll do it. Just please don't hurt her." He said, and got into the position Lucas was before, the knife almost touching House's leg.

That got House on a deep thinking state though, he had found out why Wilson was helping Lucas and was extremely relived that his best friend hadn't betrayed him, but on the other hand, he wanted to know. Who was she? And what was Lucas going to do to her if Wilson didn't obey?"

Wilson saw that House had his diagnostic face on, and hit his hand on his leg weakly, but enough to get House out of his trance. House looked to him, as if asking "Who is she?" but Wilson just shook his head, and mouthed "I'm sorry" instead of answering.

House held a now struggling House firm in place on the couch, what wasn't too hard, because House was still a bit stunned with the events of the night and his hands and legs where both tied.

Wilson forced the knife into House's leg and House closed his eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen.

"Mfnh!" House tried to scream, as the pain of not taking vicodin in a long time plus his leg being cut open finally sank in. He felt as if there was lava running through his body.

When Wilson seemed satisfied, he stopped and let the blood flow to inside the bow he had placed right next to the cut. When it was full, he let go of House and stood up, as Lucas also let go of him, and stood close to Wilson, watching House moan in pain.

"Great job" Lucas said, while Wilson nodded.

House was trying to calm down and to forget about the pain, but it was too intense and within seconds, he had a fever and was completely soaked on sweat.

He only had time to see Wilson coming with a needle and some bandages, probably to close House's leg and Lucas placing the now closed bow, plus his cell phone, ID and everything else into a backpack before everything went black.

When he woke up, he was tied to a hospital bed with similar cuffs as the ones they had put on him at Mayfield. There was an IV on his arm and his leg was covered with bandages, but it wasn't hurting so he assumed that the thing on the IV was some kind of drug, and he didn't have much time up.

He wasn't with the clothes he was when he got home. Actually, he was with his pajamas pants and with his usual black t shirt. Before blacking out again, he saw the name of the place he was.

"Miami's mental institution"

"Oh no, not again." He thought, as he blacked out once more.

Meanwhile...

Cuddy was at her new home at Miami, Florida. It wasn't easy to stay away from her hospital and her friends, especially him, but she was handling it pretty well, and so was Rachel.

She had a new job, which included administrating a hospital on Miami, and she rarely got in touch with her patients.

If it wasn't for Rachel, she would have gone back home by now, but Rachel needed a good life, without a crazy guy as her dad. "But she already considers him her dad." She finished, sighting.

She heard her cell phone ringing and she smiled as she checked the ID.

"Hey babe" She said, almost daydreaming.

"C...Cuddy..." That got her serious.

"What's wrong Lucas?" She asked, extremely worried.

"I got a call from Wilson, and..."

"Lucas." She stopped him. "Is this about... him?"

"Yeah Cuddy, he's..."

"I don't want to know about him Lucas."

She did, but the problem was that if she let herself to care; she would end up back in New Jersey for him. And she couldn't let that happen. Not now that she was with Lucas, at list.

"Cuddy... He´s dead"

A/N: I'm bad, I know. But now you know what is going on. Or at list part of it... *Smiles deviously* See you next chapter! Oh, and you can ask me things about the fic, like doubts and when I'm going to update on my tweeter: Huddyfan01.